Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Changing Landscape - Poem by Satish Verma

Living on shifting sands,
do not go for the rains.
One day you will become
a robber crab.

A cross-dresser you were.
My candle burns to see
your face in dim light. Moon
said, it was not yet dark.

Playing with rustling leaves
of autumn. I went on collecting
the gifts of winter like my
variant moods, yellow, brown and red!

Go and meet my deadpan
silver. It would never be my
sizzling poem. I will pour the
green river in your blue eyes.


Comments about Changing Landscape by Satish Verma

  • Silver Star - 4,144 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/13/2014 10:42:00 PM)

    Good imagination and well written..
    I will pour the
    green river in your blue eyes.
    Thank you for sharing your thought here.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014


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